Friday, August 23, 2013

Day 117--August 22, 2013

          Hi there everyone.  Yesterday we left my favorite town in Alaska.  Homer is the town I told you about a short time ago.  Our friend Lyle lives there. Since I knew Richard would be spending most days with Lyle, and since we didn’t have the Jeep with us, I had planned to walk the town and visit interesting bookstores, art galleries, gift and clothing boutiques and yummy cafes with some of the best gourmet food I’ve ever tasted.  Jeannie and I had done that when we visited Homer before and I wanted to do it again.  But, alas that was not to happen.
          For four days, it rained.  Definitely not like the rains we have back home in Jacksonville, but steady, cold rain, which fell onto the muddy, pothole-ridden road right outside our bus door.  Each morning, I looked outside to decide if I would brave the nasty weather.  Each day, I would say that I’d go tomorrow, but for that day I would sit in the bus, look out the windshield across a field of dying fireweed and over the bay to the mountains and glaciers.  I drank hot tea or coffee, wore by Duck-Duck-Moose PJ’s I’d bought somewhere along the way.  The rain pattered on the metal roof and I thought I had died and gone to heaven.  Each day, my desire to brave the cold, wet weather weakened, and my desire to just sit there and read or write or watch television or nap grew stronger.  Oh yeah, napping ranked right up there.
          So the moral of that story is, I took a vacation while I was on vacation.  Not sure how that happened, but I LOVED it.
          Oh, it did quit raining long enough for me to venture out long enough to have Richard take a picture of me with the view of what I was looking at out my windshield.
Me with Kachemak Bay in the background.
Until next time,


  1. That's what vacation is all about - R&R. So glad the rain slowed you down long enough to discover how delicious it is to just kick back and stay put, naps and all. While I cursed often when faced with schlepping me, Duff and my gear to shore or back out to the island in the rain in a rowboat, once I'm inside, even just inside my tent and snug in my bed, there is something very restful about the sound of rain pattering on the roof.

    1. It's been great. Everyday from this day on we will be on a downhill ride toward Jax. It's been great and I'm looking forward to several stops we have planned in the lower 48, but home is the bright light at the end of the tunnel.

  2. Perfect picture -- you and Alaska. I'm thrilled that you got a few days to just veg out and enjoy your surroundings.

  3. I used to do that when we RVd to Montana. We were still working, and I'd return to Atlanta feeling rested and refreshed, like a person on vacation should feel.